Nudist Detaching the Orange Field This is a poem about the poem I lost. This is a poem about the poem I haven’t written, but would, if I did such things. This is a poem about a title I found, or one that was given to me, because someone else didn’t want it. This is [...]
Posts Tagged ‘poem’
Poem #8
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged found title, nudity, orange, poem, shirt on April 13, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Poem #7
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged him, Lynn, poem on April 13, 2010 | 1 Comment »
When he is not a friend, he is laughing taking off his shirt & kissing true, he smiles like a spy or a lover telling a lie, he takes my hand & insists recounting stories of our past, he speaks only of the future & travel running away from me, he turns back to assure [...]
In Praise of Church Basements
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Lynn, poem, praise on April 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
We praise the thin coffee and the weaker Tang. We praise the old ladies who bake cinnamon rolls, that we may affirm our hunger. We praise the covered dish suppers, the scalloped potatoes, ham and rolls, From women who toil in the kitchens every day, even Sunday. We praise the men in overalls and feed [...]
Battlestar Galactica sonnet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, poem, sonnet on April 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I need Battlestar Galactica, the way a junkie needs smack, an addiction more fierce than lust, a need that may lead to more need, how, when the story moves toward resolution we approach myth, every character becomes an archetype: the leader, the rebel, the heroine. I want to be the pissed off, ass-kicking Starbuck: pilot, [...]
April 4th
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Justin, poem on April 5, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I wrote this yesterday on a piece of paper, but again fell asleep. Almost every night I fall asleep in some awkward position on my daughters floor, or half on one of their beds, their soft little arms clutching in sleep to some part of my neck or arm. Rules 561a-561b Regarding Behavior Becoming and [...]
April 4.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hightouch, poem on April 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
nomen etched into wet stone at the edge of the river carved into varnished wood hung by eye bolts at the farthest door written unceasingly on the skin of the water spoken along the spine of a fingerling wriggling in moss broken along a yellow line on the road to Idaho shattered and flying in [...]
April 4
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Lynn, poem, taboo on April 4, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Things I’m Not Supposed to Say I’m forbidden from mentioning my mother or my parents’ divorce, the scars on my knees from that bike accident in ‘76 or the tonsils that still reside in my throat, silently wasting away. I also can’t mention my son and his sensitive bowels, his stitches, the nights he wakes [...]
Spring Pantoum (april 3)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, pantoum, poem, rain on April 3, 2009 | 2 Comments »
In the damp gray-green morning I believe that the rain will rain forever, that the sun is an idea we’ve forgotten, been forgotten by I believe the rain will rain until we rise, weeping, the tears we’ve forgotten, been forgotten by for weeks, while the sun professed Until we rise, weeping, the tears will decay, [...]
